Текст песни «Protest The Hero - Mist»

About a gunshot away theres a place that I long to be -
tippin bottles with me old cock.
When the shits all said and sorted, I plan to settle down and stay -
one middle finger to the landlocked.
From the first time boatin or theres not too much I can recall.
I kissed a plastic cod and drank rum till I was friggered.
I decided then and there that Id return, even if I had to crawl.
Something outside was broken and something inside me, triggered.

Its a long ride home, but its always my destination.
Its a long ride home.

If the sun bursts apart at the end of the world, I dont think I will give a damn
as long as Im surrounded by friends and pints in goddamned Newfoundland.
So heres to Newfoundland.

I breathed a sigh of relief the next time steppin off the plane.
Itd been a long, hard, vapid winter.
Johnny and the boys were waiting there ready to explain,
they werent there to drive us, just a welcome back to the Island.
So we taxied to the venue to prepare for the night to sweep.
Slept in the back room until the India showed up.
When we finally took the stage, it shifted beneath our feet.
We stood on the shoulders of proud Newfoundlanders.

I think it bears repeating
I think it bears repeating
I think it bears repeating that no one buckled under.
We all got bit by the cod that we all kissed.
It left an infection in our lips and a longing in the mist.

Youre as deep as the grave, and youre marching to the heartbeat of the land.
Youre as deep as the grave, and youre marching to the heartbeat of the land.
Yes, I be a Newfoundlander By. Not by birth, but in my heart. Yes, I be a Newfoundlander By.
Yes, I be a Newfoundlander By. Not by birth, but in my heart. Yes, I be a Newfoundlander By.
Youre as deep as the grave, and youre marching to the heartbeat of the land.
Youre as deep as the grave, and youre marching to the heartbeat of the land.